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Small talk.

Tell me about the time you slow danced to the beat of the wind howling in your ears. Tell me about the book you read that made you want to rip your heart out just so you could stop feeling so much. Tell me about how the summer brings back certain memories that leave you feeling cold to the bone, and how in winter, you wrap yourself with a blanket made of those very same memories.

Tell me about how, sometimes, when you stand on top of a tall building, you imagine what it would be like to fly. Tell me about how you make such beautiful poetry out of the darkness you have inside you.

Tell me about how you gave all the money you had in your wallet to the little girl begging on the road because she reminded you of your dead sister. And tell me about how you just sat down crying on the road after seeing a smile light up her whole face and how your friend had to drag you back home.

Tell me about all the dreams you keep hidden in the crevices of your soul. Tell me about what makes you.. You. I don’t want small talk.

-The Girl Lost In The BookstoreI’ve been horrible, I haven’t been blogging at all. *hides behind a curtain* How have you all been? Hope life has been treating you good. 🙂

Thank you so much. ^_^ I find inspiration everywhere. People, strangers, or any little thing, really. Some times, I read a beautiful line, and that inspires me to write a poem on it. 🙂 Where are you from, btw? 🙂

That’s amazing, you know that?😍
It’s so beautiful. And that’s exactly what I want. I hate small talk. I wrote a piece along similar lines months ago. This reminded me of it. This rings so true. I love that.💚

Hi I just found your blog and I am love with this point. It has been said that I am a bit intense because I always want to get straight to these questions, but like you said I want to get to know YOU. Why waste our time talking about the weather.